DISS TO CHASE MURDA #3

Your HIP HOP matter a waste and your database is shut
Down, this slut bound to run into a wall so grab a cup
Of coffee you butt a softy with no skill you nasty not
True or class just a true germ with no new terms not hot
This bitch should review his crew while I screw your girl
Made your dame scream you’ll never be mainstream world
Is a ghetto but you came with a lame team of flunkies some
Extreme monkeys no rap skill gave the a bandana and a dumb
Banana they were awight with that doe really some loco sluts
Eating coconuts yall bozo bouts don’t belong in HIP HOP cut
Your lost and move on dude, you have no pride and your rhymes
Fluoride like toothpaste so brush your teeth and crush the asinine
Beef before you get your feelings hurt trying to battle this
Stuff will rattle the piss out of you, my rhymes a hot breed crisp
May not need a heater this winter this stuff is fired up so stop
Even with a screwdriver you couldn’t tighten bolts not
Exciting folks by writing quotes chump, you only slop
A complete yuppie and freak puppy on a leash couldn’t
Be a strong beast with the thrilla of Godzilla like pudding
You soft dude with a false attitude, you need to regroup
Renovate your rhymes can’t penetrate minds so stoop
In your head fake hairs which result in a state of affairs
Resulting in you being a bald headed fucker no repairs
Can be done son,no hardcore flows your door goes to
Absurd whackness all your words tactless what can you do?
in rap this fool thirst to be recognize Couldn’t win first
prize if you were the only one rapping, yous the worse
many times you don’t have any rhymes and your skinny behind
should eat some cornflakes you a born fake, behind the times
your butt a clown and you can’t gulp down coffee without
choking just a softy joking with folks your pride don’t talk
even if you stand on sidewalk you couldn’t be street

Things in the club gets broader as I try keep my head above
Water founded out love can slaughter plus I’m not a scrub
Never pissed cleverly exist in the twist of life ride on dubs
Fakes fear because I’m like Shakespeare to be or not to be
I plot to see through this crowd, true and loud must break free
Lots of hot fly lace seems to occupy this place the DJ strong
Scratch and play song oh wow wasn’t intend to stay long
But the beats were heat party tru and well but there’s two
l’s in the word ball so we balling absurd and all with crew